No one lives forever but you can't escape from life
Every day could be your last so consider your demise
Mine has drawn so near
Stare into the eyes of the end
Reaping now without fear
The time that's left to spend

The time that's left to spend
The time that's left to

Look up in the night, see it ride across the sky
Hanging there above, far away but so nearby
I am the smoke on the wind burning in your eyes
Cast aside an empty shell, but I will never die

This world has grown too small, I can't stay much longer
My body begins to fail as my spirit grows stronger
It's time for me to go
The circle closed as the snake eats its tail
Lay my burden down
Walking free beyond the veil

The time that's left to spend
The time that's left to

Look up in the night, see it ride across the sky
Hanging there above, far away but so nearby
I am the smoke on the wind burning in your eyes
Cast aside an empty shell, but I will never die

I will never die!
I will never die!
I will never die!

[Solo: Morton]

Look up in the night, see it ride across the sky
Hanging there above, far away but so nearby
I am the smoke on the wind burning in your eyes
Cast aside an empty shell, but I will never die

I will never die!
Never die!
I will never die!

2. Culling (3:32)

Bearing westward, hell-bound on Old 66
I'm out for answers, wind up with just bloody kicks
A pocket Jesus to light your path
A techno-messiah, enraptured crash.

I couldn't make this shit up
The truth is bad enough
Out in the heartlands a smoking wreck
Of ill-raised children and lost respect.

Let me sell you illusions of concern
An endless loop of drown and burn
Worship while we tell you lies to your face
The bottom line a cheap disgrace.

Electro-lemmings line up to storm the cliff
The paying victims create a rapid shift
To empty commerce and wasted words
A celebration of the thinning herd.

I couldn't make this shit up
The truth is bad enough
Out in the heartlands a smoking wreck
Of ill-raised children and lost respect.

Let me sell you illusions of concern
An endless loop of drown and burn
Worship while we tell you lies to your face
The bottom line a cheap disgrace.

It's a fucking disgrace.

3. Still Echoes (Live at Rock am Ring) (4:34)

A thousand heads cut clean across their necks
right down the hall from me
The reich's relentless blade, thirsty and shining red
still echoes of their screams

This is a tarnished heirloom, passed down through iron fists
A shameful house of doom
A legacy of collapse, built on a painful truth

A thousand years of failure, a thousand years they bled
To the bear, the blitzkrieg, and the holy father
They just bowed their heads

They meekly did their time
Counting the days while harnessed to their rusty shackles
Forever occupied, folded the crimson star
The rabbits turned to jackals

This is a tarnished heirloom, passed down through iron fists
A shameful house of doom
A legacy of collapse, built on a painful truth

A thousand years of failure, a thousand years they bled
To the bear, the blitzkrieg, and the holy father
They just bowed their heads

Here we go again, the world is coming to an end
Engage the fear machine and collect the dividends
That's it, you filthy monkeys
Keep your eyes on the bright and shiny
Just for you, a brand new-and-improved catastrophe

Paranoia writes the checks
Strung out like a marionette
A hole in the sky, a hole in your head
It's business as usual
We're bringing you disaster in high-def

Once again, my friends: the world is coming to an end
No empty threat this time, so let the witch hunts begin
The sky is falling, seal the boarders, heighten the anxiety
A steady diet of hysteria shapes history

Paranoia writes the checks
Strung out like a marionette
A hole in the sky, a hole in your head
It's business as usual
We're bringing you disaster in high-def

Stream the latest threat from the limelight economists
Fabricated peril from contagion to communists
Fear delivered to your door by racketeers and strategists
Another advertisement war sold by the media terrorists

Paranoia writes the checks
Strung out like a marionette
A hole in the sky, a hole in your head
It's business as usual
We're bringing you disaster in high-def